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Every seat on each side of the stage reserved for the "quality" was occupied. There was just room for the actors and no more. The gallery was crammed with a mob a host of footmen prone to unruly behaviour, butchers from Clare Market ready to applaud their favourite Jemmy Spiller, Covent Garden salesmen and porters a miscellaneous rabble that might easily become turbulent.
An excellent rattling farce, it seems to have kept the stage at intervals for some twenty years. On 11 August, 1715, there was a revival at Lincoln's Inn Fields. It is billed as 'not acted ten years'. Spiller played Guiliom, Mrs. Moor Isabella, and Mrs. Thurmond Julia. There is no further record of its performance. THE FALSE COUNT: or, A New Way to play an old Game. Spoken by Mr. Smith.
She had to a certain extent picked up the accent of the vulgar. It was impossible, considering her surroundings and associations, to be otherwise. But proper treatment and proper companions would soon rid her of this defect. Both Spiller and Leveridge agreed she was fitted for the stage. But how was she to be educated?
We should have saved you the trouble of coming here had we known where you were staying in London." Dr. Panton felt, not unreasonably, annoyed. "If only Dr. Spiller had sent me a wire yesterday," he exclaimed vexedly, "he had my address in the country, I should have been saved a useless visit to London!" "He couldn't have let you know in time, for the matter was only settled this morning."
This time it was a small boy. "They told me to come up and tell you to come down," he said. Psmith looked at him searchingly through his eyeglass. "Who?" "The senior day room chaps." "Spiller?" "Spiller and Robinson and Stone, and some other chaps." "They want us to speak to them?" "They told me to come up and tell you to come down."
"Spiller's, sir," said Psmith, laying a hand patronisingly on the study-claimer's shoulder a proceeding violently resented by Spiller "is a character one cannot help but respect. His nature expands before one like some beautiful flower." Mr. Outwood received this eulogy with rather a startled expression, and gazed at the object of the tribute in a surprised way.
"Look here," said Spiller, "are you going to clear out of here or not?" "After Mr. Outwood's kindly thought in giving us the room? You suggest a black and ungrateful action, Comrade Spiller." "You'll get it hot, if you don't." "We'll risk it," said Mike. Jellicoe giggled in the background; the drama in the atmosphere appealed to him. His was a simple and appreciative mind.
Lavinia had both, and she could sing. Spiller, comedian as he was, possessed what we now call the artistic temperament. He was not contented with the mannerisms which provoke a laugh and because they never vary the characteristic of many comedians who like to be recognised and applauded directly they step upon the stage.
Come along." The men began to rise to their feet. Macnamara suddenly snatched Spiller's gun, and fired off both barrels; he then said, "Now hand over your shot and powder." Spiller, half scared to death, handed them over. "Now," said Macnamara, "you are my prisoner.
At Lincoln's Inn Fields, 28 June, 1717, Bullock again sustained Scaramouch and had Spiller as his Harlequin. Four years later, 6 February, 1721, they were acting the same roles at this theatre, with Mrs. Cross as Bellemante, and Quin, Ryan, in the cast. The farce was repeated on 25 October of the same year.
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